New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-05-18

Mr.. Webb nodded his head, keenly
surveying her the while.
"All well, J" heresponded between the
swallows OF coffee, Eliza, she sent
her love. And Reed-no Reed didn' t
send no love. But he wanted to be
specially remembered, Reed did. He's
had dreadful good luck with the sweet
potato patches and tobacco crops
this year"
HAS hep" and Hilda blushed rosily.
She might have added something
more, but Mrs. Murray officially in
terfered.
You mustn't be late for your APP
pointment with Mr.. Dulany, daugh-
ter, said she, with a glance at the clock.
And she added, in explanatory fash
ion:
"Hilda rides out every day. Two
hours with, ahem!-a gentleman
friendp'
s'Rides out, does she?" said Mr.,
Webb II guess likely it costs consid-
able to keep horses in New York. I'm
glad you and Hilda's got so much
money to spare"
I'm told" said Mrs. Murray, COM
placently, t'that Hilda's horse is one
OF the handsomest in the park. And
OF course a young girl like her ought
to get plenty of exercise and fresh
air."
Once more Martin Webb's keen
glance circled around the room and
settled on Hilda's deeply suffused face.
She went out. with word of hur-
ried apology.
eyes, nodded Mrs. Murray, with the
futtered, hattered expression of a
motherly old hen who has just found
an extra fine kernel OF corn for her
brood. "My Hilda has got into some
remarkably good society. And l en-
terrain hopes that she may marry
we'll before a great while"
Mr.. Webb took his leave-rather
abruptly, as Mrs. Murray thought
and the old lady, after carefully put
ting away the generous gifts from the
old farm, sat down to mend lace and
to dream again. -@
Reed Webb listened silently to his
fathers account OF their relatives.
"Going out riding every day with a
grand New York gentleman?" said he.
Dressed like a. princess! Father, that
does not sound like our little Hilda."
Cant help how it sounds" said
Martin. 'It's so. That's all know
''Then,' said Reed, sadly, ''it's no
use my building that wing on the
south side Of the old house? It won t
be needed now"
"Not if you expect Hilda Murray to
live in it."
"Hush!" said Mrs. Webb, who was
washing up the supper dishes with
true housewifely dizziness and speed,
making each teaspoon shine like silver,
each plate gllsten like ivory, in the
friction OF her homespun linen towel.
''There's some one at the door, Go
quick, husbandW
"Why," cried Martin, standing on
the threshold, ''it's Hilda-it's Hilda
Murray!"
"But can't stay a minute" said
Hilda breathlessly. GIVE got to re.
turn by the seven-thirty train'
"Hilda," said Reed gravely, :you
must come IN. 1t is not right nor
seemly that you should be out alone
at this time OF night
II wanted Cousin Webb to know
faltered Hilda. Il couldn't bear that
he should think so i'll OF me as to
fancy that was INDUCING in expen-
sive pleasure, while-while my mother
was SO poor. Her sight is failing, you
know; she is almost blind. She fan
cies that she is earning something by
mending lace, but she only spolls it.
We should starve if-ii it wasn't for
the money I earn by giving riding les
sons in Mr.. Dulanv's equestrian
school. Mother doesn't know. She
would break her heart if any one told
her that | went daily to the ring and
trained little girls and young ladies in
horsewoman-ship. She never can for
get, you know, that my poor father
was q college graduate, and once went
to the legislature. So we let ner believe
Mr.. Dulany and THAT am taking
lessons, instead OF giving them. She
saw us once in the park with the class
OF young ladies. and she was so proud
poor little mother! And Mr.. Dulany
says | am the best teacher he ever
had; and-oh'' piteous clasp
ing OF the hands-ssis it very wrong?
Is it? I almost fancied so, when |
saw Cousin Webb looking at me this
morning acting a lie!''
~ dunno about that, said Mr..
Webb, fumbling around for his peck
ct handkerchief; ''but I know you're
the incest and best gal I ever saw!'
''Hilda," said Mrs. Webb, pleading
" "cannot you come back here to
VOLTS Corners? know YOUR nlawas
beset to get to New York. She thought
poor dear, that fortunes was to be
made there hand over hand. But
surely, now"
Hilda shook her head sorrowfully.
ave are too poor" she said; sswe
cannot afford the expense of moving
again. And there is no house to be
had here now
Mrs. Webb put her hand on he1
husbands shoulder.
Martin said she hurredly. ssi
Hlldo really wants to get back by